There was a particular scene we read involving the arousal of, and eventual, making love of two women. It was a screenplay based around a coming-to-be, polarity reversal of sexuality with a character named “Sam” in a southern, rural Utah town. A fine enough scene… a little clichéd, but I digress. You could tell that two in the class were clearly uncomfortable: one being under drinking age, the other being… a religious zealot or something of the like, it’s hard to tell these things. As for the rest of us, well, we relished in the scene, read lavishly with red faces and tee-ta-hees – yes, we were well into our inebriations. Turns out that reading bad screenplays aloud can suddenly make them fantastic or inconceivably unbearable. I suppose it depends on the mind set you go in with.
The great thing about writers is that they love their drinks. In fact, like these aforementioned screenwriting workshops I’ve attended, some of the wine selections we share are eye opening when considering their frugality. You see, writers, for the most part, especially the truly devoted (which there are a plethora of) are low on excess funds. Wine expenses take a hit. Count me as one of their fellow soldiers of insomnia inducing dreams and day dream delusions of grandeur. As such, we search far and wide for the best selections that can impress, but not dent the wallet. At this last meeting, for example, I brought along the Ruffino Chianti along to impress (read: it did). Turns out that six other individuals were wiling to impress. I only tasted my Ruffino and one other, the Smoking Loon, 2010 Pinot Noir. I would have gone a few extra rounds with the others too, but I found the script was getting quirky and particularly hilarious when, in fact, it was a serious drama full of angst and macabre. It was time to put down the juice. Looking back on my notes of the script, it’s an eclectic blend of cinematic insights, scrutinizing points of contention and tasting notes with garrulous verbiage.
Smoking Loon Pinot Noir, 2010, Sonoma Coast – $10
– Pretty damned thin. Dark, yes, but the red ink stretched across to the brim of my plastic cup.
– Strawberry. Not much else. If I were to stretch the description, I’d say it also had a character of coal and granite stone.
– Strawberry shines through again. There’s a light finish and dull mid-range. However, a pleasant sour and slight acid keep you from being bored. This wines goes down easy, but doesn’t offer any challenge. All levels are checked, nothing screaming out loud leaving little to be recalled.
Overall: Skip. There are quite a few pinots around the ten dollar range that offer up a little more taste and clarity, even if it is just more of any one thing at a time. To its credit, however, is that is not awful; some Pinot bargains can definitely be just that.
Quote of The Evening:
[Some woman, to my dismay]
Yellow Tail? You don’t like Yellow Tail? Shit, that’s my favorite brand of wine.